04x16 - Sis-KaBOOM-Bah!

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[theme music]

[music playing]

[panting]

[gasp]

It's here!

It's here!

Watch out, girls.

You're almost done 'cause
this'll make me number one.

Ready?

OK.

I've got the moves.

I've got the flip.

I'll help us win
the championship.

Go Clover!

Woo-hoo!

ALEX: Way to cheer.

You're a lock for
head cheerleader.

[mandy laughs]

Please.

Midair splits are
so junior high.

Like your hair style?

No.

Like the rest of
your lame routine,

as in I and I alone
am destined to be Bev

High's new head cheerleader.

So get used to it.

In your twisted dreams, Mandy.

I've got more pep
in my french tip

than you've got in your
whole uncoordinated body.

Oh, yeah?

We'll see about that.

Come on, girls.

Time to get ready
for Clover's defeat.

That's it.

I'm gonna beat Mandy if it's
the last thing I ever do.

Ready?

OK.

[clover screams]

SAM AND ALEX: Clover!

[both shout]

Ah.

Doesn't Jerry know I have
an important cheerleading

competition tomorrow?

Sometimes I think he
doesn't understand us at all.

[all shout]

You girls certainly know
how to make an entrance.

Thanks.

Ugh.

Wish I could say Jer, but I
have some serious business

to take care of.

It's head cheerleader tryouts.

I'm sorry, Clover, but we have
a bit of a crisis on our hands.

Crisis, crisis, go away.

It can wait another day.

I'm afraid not.

Teenage girls
across North America

are mysteriously disappearing.

Take a look.

That's Buffy, Muffy, and Fluffy.

Do they have anything
in common other

than names you could
write a limerick around?

Hello, Muffy, Buffy,
Fluffy, obviously they're

all high school cheerleaders.

That's precisely
correct, Clover.

Oh, maybe someone
will take Mandy, too.

And while they're at
it, they may as well

take Dominique and Caitlin.

[both laugh]

Sorry to disappoint,
but these cheerleaders

may not have been abducted.

In fact, as of right now,
there are absolutely no clues

as to what happened to them,
except that they are missing,

of course.
- Let me guess.

That's where we come in.

Who better?

Finding missing cheerleaders,
talk about an awesome mission.

Ta.

This is so totally up our alley.

And by our, you mean your.

GLADIS, the gadgets,
if you please.

GLADIS: For this mission, you
will have the applique tracking

device, ode de glass liquifier,
anti-glare anti-hypnosis

contact lenses, the
mobile immobilizer,

and, last but not least--

[gasps] A diamond ring?

Oh, GLADIS, you shouldn't have.

It's a rubik zircubia,
stronger than a diamond.

It can cut through anything.

But GLADIS, you know
my skin is delicate.

I think it's kinda nice.

Here's the address of
one of the missing girls.

[helicopter whirring]

All clear.

Awesome.

This ode de glass
liquifier is as potent

is my most expensive
designer perfume.

And it smells good, too.

Do you really think
that's a good idea?

Good point.

Wow.

It's like a museum in here,
one I'd actually go to.

The color, the
texture, the richness.

Focus, Clover.

We're on a mission, remember?

Oh, right.

Well, aside from
her obvious obsession,

there's nothing out
of the ordinary.

I know.

Why would anyone leave
this room willingly?

It's too perfect.
- Oopsie.

Miss Perfect left some
trash on the floor.

Hey, doesn't this symbol
look familiar to you?

Yeah.

Only I can't quite place it.

[phone ringing]

No time for guess work, girls.

I gotta get back to the
school for the competition.

Send it to Jer for analysis.

Good idea.

[helicopter]

Wish me luck, girls.

Break a leg.

Ready.

OK.

Huh?

Am I late?

No.

The competition's been
postponed on account of Mandy

not showing up.

But Mandy's been waiting
for this day her entire life.

What gives?

Dunno.

Haven't seen her since
this morning at her locker.

Anyway, the competition's
tomorrow instead.

Hope you didn't hurry all the
way over here for nothing.

[giggling]

Do you know what this means?

There was a terrible
accident at the hair salon,

and Mandy's too embarrassed
to show herself?

That, or another cheerleader
mysteriously vanished.

Oh, even better.

Come on.

Let's stop by our locker, girls.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the rush?

I mean, are we forgetting?

It's Mandy.

We don't like it
any more than you do,

but we took an oath
to serve and protect.

No, we didn't.

Oh.

Well, we really should.

We'll have to talk
to Jerry about that

when we get back to WOOHP.

[grunting]

Embarrassing.

It's not as easy
as it looks on TV.

Of course it is.

Step aside.

[crashing]

That'll work.

Nail polish, hair
glosser, fake lashes.

This is a school locker.

Where are her priorities?

Totally.

How can she have nail
polish and no remover?

It's a tragedy
waiting to happen.

Hello.

Hey, that's the same packaging
that we saw in the missing

cheerleader's room.

Whoa.

Check it out.

I knew it.

Mandy is learning secret
cheerleading tips.

That cheat.

I'll show her who
has sweet moves.

[phone ringing]

Oh.

Girls.

Hi, Jer.

What you got?

The analysis of that
package you sent me.

Apparently, it was
mailed from inside WOOHP.

Hm.

The symbol is WOOHP's
encrypted return address.

I knew it looked familiar.

I don't get it.

Why would a WOOHP agent
send packages to cheerleaders?

Welcome, Cheerleader,
to "Sweet Moves."

Follow my lead, and
you will be the number

one cheerleader of all time.

Number one.

Ready?

OK.

[grunting]

Wait a minute.

"Sweet Moves" isn't
from a WOOHP agent.

It's from WOOHP
baddie, Candy Sweet.

Of course.

The evil coach who used
robotic cheerleaders

to eliminate the world of
cheerleading is at it again.

But how?

Jerry, isn't she in the
containment facility?

How can she send stuff
from inside WOOHP?

I'm checking the files now.

Oh, my.

Apparently as part of
her rehabilitation,

she's been allowed to
release an exercise

DVD to help fund the HAGS.

Jerry, how rude.

You're no spring
chicken yourself.

The HAGS are the Hungarian
Agents Green Squad.

They take care of
the world's forests.

Oh.

No doubt the DVD
has something to do

with the missing cheerleaders.

Sounds like we should
do an analysis of it ASAP.

Don't you think Clover?

Hey.

How'd you get over there?

[grunting]

Clover, we need the DVD.

Ignore the mob.

You've got a job.

Hey.

Hey.

Clover, what is up with you?

[snapping]

Huh?

I don't think she's
all there, Sammy.

Ah.

Don't be late.

She can't wait.

Clover.

Oh, my.

Hold that thought, Jer.

Oh, I hate when
they put me on hold.

[grunting]

Clover.

Save some of those moves
for the competition.

Ready.

OK.

Kick to right, kick to the left.

Don't give up.

Fight the fight.

[whooshing]

Go team.

[screaming]

[grunting]

She's getting away.

Don't worry.

I'm on it.

Gotcha.

I guess that's why there
were no signs of abductions,

because the cheerleaders
went willingly.

Except Clover wasn't
exactly willing.

She was totally mesmerized.

Yeah.

Like she was staring
at the latest

Moochie purse or something.

[gasping] Jerry.

Sorry, Jer.

Clover weirded out on us.

That DVD has some sort
of hypnotic code on it.

We appliqued her, but
she's moving awfully fast.

[buzzing]

I don't know how we'll--

Say no more.

The WOOHP cycles are
already en route to you.

Thanks, Jer.

[engines]

[grunting]

[engines roaring]

[tires screeching]

[car horn]

[grunting]

[whooshing]

Deja vu much.

Never thought we'd
be back at Candy

Sweet's training facility.

Time for our anti-hypnotizing
contact lenses.

Whatever hypnotized
Clover, I want no part of.

I guess.

Her routine was way awesome.

Kick to the left.

Kick to the--

Sorry.

[whooshing]

GIRLS: Go team.

Yay.

Go team.

Yay.

No need for the
tracker in here.

These girls are not quiet.

GIRL: Go team, yay.

Go team, yay.

There they are.

GIRLS: Ready, OK.

Kick to the left.

Kick to the right.

Don't give up.

Fight the fight.

[grunting]

What are they doing?

Looks like they're practicing
some kind of bizarre routine.

GIRLS: Stand tall.

Scale the wall.

Get our leader.

We really need her.

Ra, ra, ra.

Sis kaboom bah.

Now come and get me, girls.

Candy isn't trying to
get rid of cheerleaders.

She's training them to
spring her from WOOHP.

A cheerleading bust out.

Very clever.

Intruders here.

Show no fear.

GIRLS: Go team.

BOTH: Uh-oh.

[gasping]

Uh-oh.

This way.

[grunting]

[gasping]

[grunting]

[whistling]

Huh.

They gave that some thought.

[snarling]

[grunting]

Clover, hey.

I don't suppose you're
here 'cause you're

back on the side of good.

Good for me, good for you.

Good is what we're
here to do. hi-yah.

Whoa.

Alex.

[screaming]

[grunting]

[gasping]

GIRLS: Go team.

Go team, yay.

Get me down from here.

[grunting]

I'm trying.

[grunting]

Use the diamond ring.

Brilliant idea, Alex.

The rubik zircubia.

[screaming]

[whooshing]

Woo.

I'm beginning to develop an
appreciation for pom-poms.

GIRLS: Kick to the left.

Kick to the right.

[grunting]

Don't give up.

Fight the fight.

Woo!

[grunting]

[cheering]

[grunting]

GIRLS: Kick to the left.

Kick to the right.

Don't give up.

Fight the fight.

That's it, girls.

Kick to the left.

Kick to the right.

Go team.

Ha.

GIRLS: Rah, rah, rah.

Sis ka-boom bah.

[cheering]

[whooshing]

Hello, Sam.

How's the mission going?

Not so hot, Jer.

The cheerleaders are heading
to WOOHP to spring Candy.

[boom]

Oh, I believe sprung
is the appropriate tense.

Man, Clover's good.

She really should
be head cheerleader.

First things' first.

Jerry, meet us at the
containment facility.

[tires screeching]

Oh.

Who knew cheerleaders
could cause such a raucous?

I did.

[grunting]

GIRLS: Rah, rah.

Ha, ha.

Whoa.

It's like Homecoming
parade gone bad.

What do you suggest we do now?

GIRLS: Ready?

OK.

[grunting]

Kick to the right.

Kick to the left.

Luckily, I have another idea.

Don't give up.

Uh, Alex.

Nice.

[snapping]

Bravo, Alex.

Thanks.

Wi-ya.

[sizzling]

Ha!

Let's see how effective you are
without your little gadgets.

Let's see how effective you
are without your cheerleaders.

Ya.

Huh.

Ha.

Nice move.

Yeah, well, it won' be
making it onto your next DVD.

Whoa.

But this will.

Wi-ya.

Face it, Candy.

Hi-yah.

You just can't use
cheerleading for evil.

Try and stop me.

Hi-yah.

[shouting]

[grunting]

[punching]

[whacking]

Oh!

Well done.

[gasping]

[grunting]

Hi-yah.

[shouting]

Don't worry.

I'll send that to the
cleaners when we get home.

Oh.

Kick to the right.

Kick to the left.
- Yeah, yeah.

Been there, done that.

[grunting]

Whoa.

[whack]

Sorry.

Kick to the left.

[grunting]

[shouting]

I said sorry.

Candy, Candy's number one.

Oh, my.
[whacking]

Don't give up.
Fight the fight.

[grunting]

[grunting]

Trust me.

We'll laugh about this one day.

Better hurry.

Better run.

Well, this isn't so--

[grunting]-- so difficult.

She'll make sure
you feel the fun.

I see where this is going now.

And pas de barre.

[shouting]

Grand battement.

[whack]

[grunting]

Chaine.

Arabesque.

And the kids made fun
of me for taking ballet.

I suppose you'll have to erase
a lot of memories, huh, Jer.

It appears so.

It's just a shame.

The HAGS will have to find
another way to raise funds.

If anyone can help
the HAGS, it's you, Jer.

You're like two
peas in a pod, one

of a kind, you and the HAGS.

Thanks.

Poor Clover.

I think the prison cheerleading
breakout took all her spirit.

On the bright side,
Mandy looks just awful.

BOTH: Ready, OK.

[grunting]

Hm?

Thanks a lot, Clover.

You must have given me
some sort of flu bug.

I probably look as icky as you.

I'll insult you back
when I'm not so exhausted.

Huh?

I've been waiting my
whole life for this day.

Ready?

OK.

Gimme a B, gimme me an L,
gimme an I, gimme me an N.

Gimme a G. What does it spell?

Bling.

Go Bev high Bling.

Woo-hoo.

[cheering]

That was very
enthusiastic, Arnold.

Any other competitors.

[grunting]

All righty, then.

Congratulations, Arnold.

You are our new
head cheerleader.

[cheering]

[laughing]

No.

Wait.

[cheering]

CROWD: Woohoo!

Never mind.

The secret to a good
cheer is that it's

all about supporting the team.

See, Clover, Clover,
I'm the best.

I'm peppier than
all the rest I've.

Got the clothes.
I've got the hair.

I've got the moves
to make you care.

Go me.

Clover Clover, I'm the best.

I'm peppier than
all the friends.

I've got--

GIRL: Uh, what happened to
supporting the team, Clover?

Hello.

I am part of the team.

I need support too, you know.

Remind me to lock
that door next time.